Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Band 6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 72
Seite
... effect being like that of something of which we had an indistinct remem- brance , and which only required a hint to bring it back to the mind in full identity and indivi- duality . " The work at the head of this notice is an instance in ...
... effect being like that of something of which we had an indistinct remem- brance , and which only required a hint to bring it back to the mind in full identity and indivi- duality . " The work at the head of this notice is an instance in ...
Seite 5
... effect . " 66 " I hope it may not prove prejudicial to your cause , " said the queen , uneasily . " Be not alarmed , madam , " replied Harley . " But you shall hear the purport of the sermon , and judge for yourself of its tendency ...
... effect . " 66 " I hope it may not prove prejudicial to your cause , " said the queen , uneasily . " Be not alarmed , madam , " replied Harley . " But you shall hear the purport of the sermon , and judge for yourself of its tendency ...
Seite 21
... effect that two or three wit- nesses were in attendance who could swear to my acquaintance with the deceased , and to having seen me with her only a few minutes before the murder must have been committed . They were ordered in , and ...
... effect that two or three wit- nesses were in attendance who could swear to my acquaintance with the deceased , and to having seen me with her only a few minutes before the murder must have been committed . They were ordered in , and ...
Seite 26
... effect . The whole purport of their statements went to establish the insanity of a sane person , for God - He knows that I am no lunatic . At this point , my footman , who was present in the court , pressed forward , and requested to be ...
... effect . The whole purport of their statements went to establish the insanity of a sane person , for God - He knows that I am no lunatic . At this point , my footman , who was present in the court , pressed forward , and requested to be ...
Seite 27
... effect . Yes ; I looked without horror to the scaffold . I entreated to be allowed to die . They left me not to myself , for the gaolers were ever with me . There was no poker in the cell , nor was I , on any occasion , allowed a knife ...
... effect . Yes ; I looked without horror to the scaffold . I entreated to be allowed to die . They left me not to myself , for the gaolers were ever with me . There was no poker in the cell , nor was I , on any occasion , allowed a knife ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aleppo Antioch Apamea appeared Arabs arrived Auriol Baldred beauty Bimbelot brother brought called Captain character church Colonel cried death Doctor door Doyle duchess Duchess of Marlborough duke Euphrates exclaimed eyes father feeling fire French give Guiscard hand Harley head heard heart Hibblethwaite honour horse hour Hugh John Manesty Kate king lady living look lord madam Manesty Masham mind morning Morocco nature never night once party passed passion Pat Doyle Patrick Doyle person PHAON plain Plumpton poet Polka Party poor Port William portmanteau present Proddy queen rejoined remarkable replied returned river round ruins Sacheverell Saint-John Sandman SAPHO Savidge scene seemed serjeant shewed side soul spirit spot stood story Strabo Syria tears thee thing thou thought tion took town Turkomans turned Varnham voice Westerwood wife Wolsterholme woman words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 179 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Seite 395 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Seite 83 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Seite 178 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy...
Seite 179 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Seite 391 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
Seite 177 - Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread ! Here be berries for a queen, Some be red, some be green ; These are of that luscious meat, The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain or the field, I freely offer...
Seite 83 - ... beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright...
Seite 499 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Seite 280 - tis, that you should carry me away: And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.